“Now aren’t you glad you took our advice?” Rachel asked.
Kate’s gaze strayed to where Dawson stood talking to Rachel’s fiance and she let out a little sigh of contentment. “Yeah, I am.”
“Whatever it is you’re thinking, Kate, stop right there,” Rachel ordered.
Kate turned to look at her friend in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
The other girl folded her arms and fixed Kate with a pointed look. “I recognize that wistful little tone in your voice. You’re thinking about what a wonderful husband Dawson would make.”
“No, I wasn’t!” Kate protested.
Rachel arched a brow. Beside her, the other girls were looking just as skeptical.
“I wasn’t,” Kate insisted. “But now that you mention it…”
“Don’t even go there,” Rachel warned. “This weekend is about having a fling with a seriously hot guy, remember? You’re not allowed to think of Dawson as anything more than a walking, talking sex toy. Got it?”
Kate wanted to protest, but then realized Rachel was right. If she tried to turn Dawson into yet another Mr. Right, she was only going to mess up what was probably the best sex she’d ever had in her life. “Okay, you’re right. I got it.”
“Good,” Rachel said. “Now pretend we’ve been talking about wedding stuff. The guys are coming over.”
Kate turned to see the men heading in their direction and her pulse quickened at the sight of Dawson. Their croquet game had gotten her all hot and bothered and even though they’d made love a few hours ago, she was eager to jump into bed with him again. From the sexy look he sent her way as he came to stand beside her, she suspected he felt the same.
Standing so close to Dawson made concentrating on conversation extremely difficult, especially since he casually slipped his arm around her waist. Kate was just trying to come up with some way for them to make a graceful exit when Rachel mentioned the sunset whale watching cruise the bridal party was going on that evening.
Kate felt Dawson lean close and put his mouth to her ear. “What do you say we skip the whale watching cruise and spend the rest of the day in bed?”
His breath was warm on her skin and she shivered with anticipation. As the maid of honor and best man, she and Dawson should really go on the cruise, but she had the feeling Rachel and Bob would understand.
Her lips curved into a smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
Kate turned her attention back to the rest of the bridal party just as Rachel suggested they all go inside to get something to eat. As everyone started toward the big double doors on the patio, Kate caught up with Rachel.
“Dawson and I are going to skip the whale watching cruise, if that’s okay,” she said to her friend.
Rachel grinned. “Staying here to wax the dolphin instead, huh?”
Kate felt her face color at the risque words. She quickly darted a glance over her shoulder to see if Dawson had heard, but to her relief, he was talking to Bob and didn’t seem to be paying attention.
The other girl laughed. “Relax, Dawson didn’t hear. And of course, it’s okay. You two have fun.” She winked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Then again, there’s not much I wouldn’t do.”
Kate just laughed. Sometimes her friend could be incorrigible.
“Ready?” Dawson asked, coming up beside her.
Eager to finally be alone with him again, she nodded. She’d been hoping they’d have the elevator to themselves, but another couple hurriedly stepped inside just before the doors slid closed. Telling herself she could wait a few more minutes, Kate forced herself to stand there patiently while the elevator took them to the fourth floor. When it came to a stop, she and Dawson quickly darted out the doors and practically ran down the hall to his room.
Once inside, Dawson urged her back against the wall and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and demanding, and Kate let out a little moan of approval as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He kissed his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy all afternoon, you know that?”
She cooed as his mouth found the curved of her shoulder. “I have?”
He braced one arm against the wall and lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes smoldering with desire. “You know very well you did. Rubbing that gorgeous ass of yours against my cock. I was hard the whole time.”
She gave him a coy look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just playing croquet.”
He chuckled, sending a sexy shiver running down her back. “Sure you were. You’re such a bad girl.”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh. And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
She didn’t know where this little game they were playing was going, but she liked it anyway. “What?”
He leaned in closer. “They get a spanking.”
She blinked up at him in surprise. Had she heard right? “A sp-spanking?”
He nodded. “A spanking. Right on that sexy little ass.”
Dawson didn’t wait for a reply, but instead took her hands in his and backed toward the bed. Kate’s pulse skipped a beat as she realized what he had in mind. She was both excited and a little nervous at the prospect.
When they stopped beside the bed, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes. “I think I should tell you that I’ve never been spanked before.”
He lifted a brow, clearly surprised by that. “Never? With an ass as cute as yours?”
She shook her head. She’d heard of other couples doing it, of course, but it had just never come up with any of the men she went out with. Even if it had, she wasn’t sure she would have done it. She’d always assumed good girls didn’t do kinky stuff like that, at least not with men they were looking to marry. But she wasn’t looking to marry Dawson, which meant she didn’t have to be a good girl. And from what she’d seen so far, being a bad girl was a lot more fun anyway.
Suddenly realizing he might have taken her confession to mean she didn’t want to try it, she let her lips curve into a slow, naughty smile. “But you’re right. I have been a very bad girl. I should definitely be spanked,” she said, then added more softly, “But only if you promise not to spank me too hard.”
His mouth quirked. “Just hard enough to make your pussy wet.”
Kate caught her breath. Something told her she was going to like getting spanked. That didn’t stop her pulse from racing wildly as Dawson sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, he guided her over his knee so that she was lying half on the bed. The position was surprisingly comfortable and she let out a little sigh as he began to gently rub her upturned bottom through her skirt.
“Do you like that?” he asked softly.
She rested her head on her arms. “Mm-hmm.”
He gave her ass a squeeze. “How about this?”
She moaned in reply, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt a sharp smack on her right cheek.
“Owww!”
“Too hard?” he asked.
Kate thought a moment. While the smack stung, it didn’t really hurt. In fact, it was actually kind of pleasant. And if the delicious tingle between her thighs was any indication, then her pussy liked it too.
She lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “No. You can spank me harder, if you want.”
He chuckled. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Her lips curved. “You bring it out in me.”
Blushing at the words, Kate quickly turned and put her head back down. Had she really just said that? She didn’t have time to think about it because Dawson was spanking her again.
He smacked first one cheek, then the other, working back and forth with an easy rhythm that soon had her ass stinging all over and her pussy getting very wet. Kate didn’t know why getting spanked was such a turn-on, but she decided there was something extremely hot about a sexy guy holding her down and smacking her ass. Especially when that guy was Dawson.
Abruptly, Dawson stopped spanking her and went back to massaging her ass again. Her bottom seemed more sensitive now that she’d just been spanked and she gasped as he squeezed her bottom.
Dawson chuckled and ran his hand over the curve of her ass and down the backs of her thighs before sliding underneath her skirt to push it up. Kate felt her face color as he exposed her tiny bikini panties. It was silly to feel shy, especially since he’d already seen her in a lot less clothing, but there was something about being over his knee
